Genre Short Story. Page - 189
I am what I am, a product of free will, bad choices and factors beyond my control. I am neurotic, compulsive and practically boarderline insane. I am an insomniac, a whore, and an annorexic. I am me, a compilation of selfishness and denial. I am a pesimist, a cynical f***, with broken laces, ripped jeans and blonde hair. My stomach sinks in and my favorite breakfast is chocolate milk. I love, well I used to. I loved hard, but with motive. That is my downfall- always a motive. I am always running far away, with each step ripping my roots from their home. I am depressed. I am lost. I am Sara.
Cheryl Oliphant doesn’t do well in social situations. The fourteen year old girl’s best friend, Nicolena, is a four-foot, South American tree boa and her parents are getting divorced. On the plus side, Cheryl just met Teddy Rasmussen who offered her a sympathetic ear plus an inch-thick slice of apricot, sour cream loaf.